Hello angels, I’ve finally begun putting my poems into a book form.  I’m doing this in between my counseling practice; yet I promised myself that before summer, this project will be done.  I had a consultant help out with my first novel, but this time, I’m doing ALL of the production (including formatting, editing, uploading, etc., etc. onto Amazon, so I know it will be a labor of love.) 😉

In compiling this book of poetry which I began when I was about 12 years old, I am convinced that life does come full circle.  I wanted to categorize this book into themes; then I realized that in Poetry, there is no rhyme, reason, nor season.  As you read my thoughts, please share on my blog and God bless you.

“Peace”

Is realizing LIFE has come full-circle.
Understanding that life’s potential is ablaze.
Is found within one’s heart…and soul.
Peace.

(March 2017)

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“Last day of 2017”

Fireworks ablaze…music as background

She, peaceful and not nostalgic as much.

Perhaps a bit restless; yet optimistic of the new oceans and seas.

Uncertainty is no longer her state of mind.

Confusion has out of her psyche…catapulting away for a glorious, joyous beginning.

(365 days almost gone…what a difference a second makes!)

Flashes of sparkles—her mind.

Memories within an isle.

Anticipation for nothing…just living the moment.

Fireworks of the soul matter most!

2018 I welcome you.

I embrace you.

I proclaim His LOVE abounds. 

                                                12/31/17 11:51 p.m.

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“Rebirth”

It was during the submersion into the deep, murky waters… that she found clarity.

It was through long, heavy sighs… that she breathed peacefully.

It was during those lonely nights… that she felt HIS arms around her.

It was in helping others… that she found solace.

It was during her grief… that her angels carried her.

It was only in listening to the Holy Spirit… that her soul was reborn.

— 19 November 2017

Inspired by my healing  after the major losses in my life: My mother, my father, and my brother.

 

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“Storytellers”

Initial instincts are always right…

Meandering thoughts amid the shadows… normal reactions to chemicals. Unspoken words that holler truth…

Thinking of self… transformation, complementation, and evolution.

We are all storytellers… some of us write, others speak. You might holler… as she weeps…

Still… storytellers we do exist.

Would you be mine tonight as together we weave our love story?